Hello Linda:
In spite of all the comments, I want to tell you what a great poem this is. I do believe you were laughing all the way through it. It is the poem of a person who is in control and the construct and style is superb.
Adeline
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Reality does come to everyone that our lives have limitations; we cannot always live up to own own expectations or that of the other people.We have to accept that sunrise always sets down. Thanks for sharing, very enlightening write madam! Top marks.
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I woke up one morning and looked in a mirror,
and all I could see was a wrinkled face looking at me.
Not the face of someone twenty three,
the face I really wanted to see.

Unfortuntely age catches up with us all and we see only the surface reflection and not the kind soul below. The surface worn by life's storms, not the beauty of age young, not yet clouded and marred by doubt. I agree with Alison, don't be so hard on yourself. Great write though. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend.
David
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Linda,
I am not sure that what I see, is your reflection,
but that raven-haired, as Scarlett said ...
and non -impaired by ' life - lived ' vital person,
is a damn fine inspiration !
I once again agree with Alison and Scarlett,
essentially - - - , get off your back ...
and give yourself a break!
'Cause you deserve it!

Linda, this is a most confronting poem, delivered straight from the hip (your trademark) and yet I do believe you are treating yourself a tad harshly. True, circumstances can bring out the best (and worst) in us all, but I suspect that this piece may have been written when the black dog of doubt was nipping at your heels. I'm sure that time will help restore your equilibrium and your mirror will once more reflect the innate softness and beauty of your soul. As usual you have shared you angst with an accomplished poetic voice. love, Allie xxxx
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Oh, dear Midnight, this is a most wonderful poem...now, ask me how I know? ?
Because I am still trying to find my own reflection in my looking glass. There is a little old silver haired lady there, and I know she must be nice, for she has a very grandmotherly face...but I still long to see the 20 year old raven haired gal I used to be...and I can't find her, except in my heart...
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